
Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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- perhaps there was some form of management reshuffle.
Night clubs, I don't like night clubs, they aren't conducive to having a good old chat. However I have frequented them in my youth. I recal once, being both underage and being caught in the toilets hoovering something white and powdery up my nostril - only to be greated by a large man in a black flap jacket leaning a little too far over the wall to take a peek.
I was forcibly ejected.
I didn't snog the girl I had been chasing.
And I didn't get my space dust back.
Fun times though
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:42, Reply)
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